I had been expecting it since the day we first considered adopting. Yet when it happened, my heart was still shattered.
It was a simple exchange, a random interaction in the course of an already-full Sunday morning. Shoes being tied, crockpot being loaded into the van for the fellowship meal, change the baby’s diaper, has anyone let the dog go out before we leave?
From my bedroom window, Birdie and John Mark watched Mary Hannah pull out of the driveway with her friend, visiting from Georgia. Thoughtful, Birdie looked up at her big brother.
“How come her friend is here all alone? Where’s her mother?”
“Her mom just isn’t here,” he shrugged. “You know, like my real mom isn’t here?”
And suddenly, I could not breathe.